"What did you put into your back pocket?" she asked. "I did not put anything in my pocket Carly, You must be seeing things" he said. Freddy just now n...ticing Carly was in a short towel that barely covered her pussy, Freddy now with a raging hard-on stood there neverously. "Ok then, Let me feel your pockets!" she quietly yelled. "No Carly!" he yelled. "Why?!" she said. Freddy had no answer, so Carly took that as an 'ok' to search his pockets. Carly stuck her hand into his front right pocket and. I began to select my black fuck me outfit for Alan's pleasure.I placed on the bed a soft pvc looking garter belt with six straps. I pulled my matching quarter cup pvc bra with a pair of black sheer seamed stockings to complete my lingerie. I chose not to wear any panties or a thong as he’d fucked my ass earlier and seemed pointless hiding my shaved mound under any garments. Placing the lingerie on my body, I walked over to my wardrobe and picked a pair of soft black leather thigh length boots. I flicked it with my pink tongue. That was all the invitation he needed. He kissed me with an intense fiery fervor. As though he wanted to consume me. The aroma of the freshly brewed coffee, the emptiness of the public place and the guilt of my husband all were consumed in that moment. I kissed him back. Deeply. More deeply than Id kissed in nearly ten years. I dug my fingertips into his strong shoulders, massaging his tongue with mine. The taste of coffee lingered on my lips. The feeling of. She was very gentle around my breasts and nipples also aroundmy bruised head and face, gently she washed my hair, soon all traces ofblood and distress had been washed away, then she patted me dry, massagedmy with body lotion and put some ointment on my bruises to try and reducethem and the swellingShe helped me dress, a fresh bra and thong a pair of cream silk slacks anda fluffy pink angora pullover with long sleeves to hide the bruises on myarms. She got my hair drier out and the feeling of.